little-miss-skankovich:

chaotic-genius:

stupih:

australianpikachu:

the unholy trio

forgot one

another

BOOBS UP MY ASS AND OUT HOLY SHITT

andthebluestblue:

rainbowcolouredshoes:

One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her. 

The trick is to get a really big hat and then scream

sarcasticasides:

PTA dadster idk

sharktunarts:

I’m so down for PTA Sans

Unfortunately, I don’t know any problematic Lindas (or any Lindas at all) but I do know a problematic Diana. 

@half-hearted-dreamers @probablyfakeblonde
I think tumblr mobile was glitching the fuck out.

youwish-youcould:

dayumshecangetit:

thechanelmuse:

You don’t even know what cultural appropriation means. You just pressed, but wanna feel oppressed so bad.

But the original Cinderella wasn’t white 🐸☕️

She sure wasn’t but i’ll let you cook

manafromheaven:

the-meggo:

the-meggo:

burial at sea was the most important addition to the bioshock franchise because it established that andrew ryan canonically has a fucking fursona

#is a man not entitled to the fursuit off his back?#a man yiffs a slave obeys -@dirtyfoxcornmerchant

“NO ONE CAN KINKSHAME ME AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN”

OHMYGOD

wisdomofruins:

commander-side-eyes:

dreaminpng:

lullabyknell:

drewsharp:

The four horsemen of the apocalypse 

This is an amazing idea and gifset. I love it.

But I’d also reorder it slightly.

War, yes, War suits Gryffindor well. Fighting and dying for beliefs; fighting and dying for nothing; drafted into bloodshed and fire by bravery or chivalry or neither. Some take joy in this; some are burdened beyond repair. There was a cause, somewhere; there was good, somewhere; there was a reason for all this, somewhere. Oh, you’d have to be brave to live through this. Red and gold. Gold like armor and glory; red like blood and reality.

But Famine and Hufflepuff? No. Famine is Ravenclaw, ever-hungry for knowledge, constantly starving for more and more and more, almost feral for fulfillment. Where is the wisdom in the world? The truth? Nothing is true; nothing is enough; all there is to devour is worthless scraps. Blue and bronze. Bronze like a set of scales tipping and found wanting; blue like the infinite that never satisfies… never gives the answers.

Thus Pestilence is not Ravenclaw. Pestilence is Slytherin, sick with clever plans and cunning potential and corrupting desire. Ambition spreads like a sickness, a plague of greed and an illness to the soul. Maybe some might call it cruel, but here among friends it’s simple cunning at work. Green and silver. Silver like the sheen of glazed eyes; green like the complexion of infection.

And so Death is not Slytherin. Death is Hufflepuff. It is a hard work; it is a work that is never done. But someone must do it, and do it fairly - do it justly - do it well… perhaps even kindly. Everyone is equal here - in the end - a bunch of duffers. Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot… And treat them just the same.” Yellow and black. Black like loss of sight as the air leaves your lungs; yellow like the flowers that’ll grow over your grave.

This commentary! I love it!

@wisdomofruins @phondoo @hufflepuffofthetardis 

A wonderful and thoughtful commentary. I literally cannot love this enough. Death does not pick and choose, Death caters to every living being. If any house were to be Death, it would have to be Hufflepuff.

dj-mankiewicz:

buying Duck Dodgers on dvd was one of the best decisions i’ve ever made honestly